Placing all the rewards safely into his inventory, Rhys turned to his bubbly companion with a grin.
"Alright, Puddle. We made some serious progress today. That last battle was intense, huh? But there are still four more strongholds left—so let's keep moving."
He tightened the straps of his armor and pushed forward, eyes sweeping the shadowed woods ahead. The darkness clung to every tree, but his steps were sure. He knew what signs to watch for now.
Among the ancient roots and crooked trunks, faint markers began to show—scratched into tree bark, etched on stone, or hung from branches as bone charms and sinew-bound symbols. The Grey Goblins, like many goblin tribes, had their own ways of claiming territory.